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is death, [1 Cor.15:26] so we know God doesn't want any of us
to die for Him or Christ. It doesn't do them any good with us
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>EASTER, SPRING AND REBIRTH by Nancy Julien Kopp
I've been thinking about Easter celebrations of my childhood years
in the Chicago area during the 1940s.
When Easter fell in March or early April, we donned spring dresses
and coats to walk to church in sharp north winds, even a little snow on
occasion.
On one of those bitter cold Easter mornings, I had a new aqua-blue
spring coat and matching hat that I'd looked forward to wearing.
Mother told me it was much too cold to wear it. "You have too far to
walk to church. You'll freeze," she said.
I begged and begged. "Please let me wear it. I'll wear a sweater
underneath." Tears slipped from my eyes as I waited for her to give
in. They were genuine, not a ploy. Wearing that new coat was a
monumental need at that moment at age eight.
Mother relented, but I did have to wear the sweater I'd proposed
underneath my lightweight, pastel colored coat. I think I was very
glad to have it as my brother and I headed to church to hear the Easter
story once again.
My parents never attended church with us. Theirs was a mixed
marriage -- Dad was Catholic and Mother Methodist, and neither ever
gave in to the other. But we kids all attended the Methodist church
and Sunday School. Dad polished our shoes every Saturday night so we'd
look our best on Sunday mornings.
The day before Easter, we dyed eggs in glorious colors. Coffee
cups filled with hot water, a dye tablet and a splash of vinegar
covered the kitchen table. We arranged the eggs on a big platter lying
on artificial grass. The Easter Bunny would hide them while we slept
that night.
The Easter Bunny usually brought us a few chocolates, jelly beans
and a new comic book. He also hid the brightly colored eggs in our
living and dining rooms. What fun it was to discover the decorated
eggs, one or two of which we always found in Dad's shoes left out
overnight.
Later in the day, aunts, uncles and cousins joined us for a
special dinner. Mother usually fixed a leg of lamb or a big ham,
glazed with brown sugar and mustard, cloves inserted in the scored
top. Many side dishes weighed down the dining room table -- scalloped
or mashed potatoes, two or three vegetables, a jello salad, homemade
rolls, pickles, olives and pickled beets, and a springtime dessert of
some kind, cream pies, berry pies, or a cake with whipped cream
frosting. The aroma of all these good things filled our small
apartment.
When we were all too full to move, it was time to do dishes. No
dishwashers, but all the women pitched in and they were finished in no
time. The kitchen filled with the clatter of dishes and the chatter of
women. My cousin, Carol, and I were drafted at an early age to dry the
silverware, a job neither of us liked. We hurried through so we could
walk to the park to play the rest of the afternoon. We played outdoors
or occasionally went to a movie to finish the Easter Sunday celebration.
The rebirth of springtime flowers, trees and bushes still
symbolizes the meaning of Easter for me.
Christ's resurrection created a rebirth for all Christians, and
as He taught us to love one another, I also think of the love of family
as part of our Easter celebrations.
We will be spending this Easter holiday with our daughter's
family, going to church, having a celebration dinner, and being
together. Not so very different than all those years ago.
-- Nancy Julien Kopp
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Nancy grew up in the Chicago area but has lived many years in
Manhattan, Kansas in the Flint Hills. Her work is in eleven Chicken
Soup for the Soul books and many other anthologies, ezines, magazines
and newspapers. A former teacher, she still enjoys teaching through
the written word. You can see her website at:
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>The Searcher
(By Mike DeVries)
"Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the LORD God as he was
walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the
LORD God among the trees of the garden. But the LORD God called to the
man, 'Where are you?'" - Genesis 3:8-9
In the Scripture passage above, God's question strikes me as odd.
"Where are you?"
Is God truly at a loss to find the man and his wife? Is He walking in
the garden thinking, "Now where are they? They hid so well. I hate it
when they do this!" Is this what is going on, or is there something so
much larger being said here?
The opening chapters of the book of Genesis poetically paint for us the
picture of how the world we know came into being and why that world is
the way it is. In other words, in the midst of the words and the drama,
it answers the larger questions of life: Why are we here? Why is life
the way it is?
Genesis 3 tells the story of a choice and the ramifications of that
choice. God tells the first humans that they can eat of any tree in the
garden, except of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and
evil. In essence, God lays before the first humans a choice: Do you
want to live the way I created you to live, fully alive and fully
connected to your Creator? Or, do you want to live the way that you
feel is best? It's a choice that not only faced the first human beings,
but has faced every human being since then.
What we find is that the first humans chose to live the way they wanted
to live, and the ramifications were immense. Their relationship with
their Creator was damaged. Their relationship with one another and
creation was damaged. When they heard the sound of God in the garden,
they did the first thing that came to mind - they hid.
Does it really work to hide from God? Can we really find places to hide
where God is not, or where God cannot see the state of our lives? Have
we really fooled God?
God calls out to the man, "Where are you?" This is not so much a
statement about God's inability to find the man, but is more about the
nature of who God is. God is a lover... and a searcher. God is about
searching for that which needs to be healed and mended. This is the
picture that is being painted for the reader.
So next time you feel the urge to hide, thinking that God will never
find you (and that this is better than being found out by Him), just
remember that our lives are already completely laid bare before the
eyes of Him who loves and searches us out. He loves you just the way
you are... just as you are.
"Where are you?"
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>How a Crusty, Old Angel Saved My Son
My story occurred three months ago when we had that terrible noreaster
here in NY with heavy rain, wind, and floods. My 22-year-old son, Kevin,
was living alone on a houseboat when he awoke to a big bang and found
his bed floating in water. He was immediately up to his neck in water
and unable to get out of any exits. Somehow, he was able to make one
phone call which alerted [my husband and me] to his desperation. We
contacted Cory, the owner of the boat our son was on. Cory jumped in his
small boat and sailed out to help Kevin. Meanwhile, Kevin was
desperately trying to punch out the small porthole window in the roof of
the boat. He was able to pull himself out through it. The five anchors
holding this boat had all broken loose, so the boat was no longer in the
same spot it had originally been in.
We don't know how Cory was able to even find Kevin, let alone get out to
save him in time, but he did. Kevin was clinging on to the mast of the
boat. The boat was totally submerged and had drifted onto a sandbar. His
hands were cut up and he had hypothermia, but he was alive. Everything
that transpired...were all miracles leading up to a big miracle.
No one but the crusty, old fisherman named Cory could have saved Kevin
so quickly. I was actually at Mass when this was happening. I felt so
helpless, but I was in the best place I could have been. There was
nothing I could physically do, so I began praying for Kevin's safe
return home. Well, as you can see, he was saved. I believe it was a
miracle, and I believe he was surrounded by many angels that day and his
guardian angel was right by his side the whole time.
- Lorraine W.
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>RESCUED BY UNSEEN HANDS
In 1997, when I was in the sixth grade, I believe a guardian angel
protected me from an accident.
My mother drove me to school just as she always did, but unfortunately
we were just a bit late and had to park across the street from the
school.
My mother is the type of mom that teaches her children to be very
cautious and always be aware of your surroundings. So needless to say, I
was and still am a bit overcautious as a result. Anyway, I got out of
the car on my side, which was against the curb. My mom rolled down her
window and leaned out to check traffic. I took a lean forward and also
checked traffic. My mother and I both looked at each other and nodded as
to confirm we both saw it was clear.
I remember the next moments very clearly, and writing this now makes my
chest tight and my eyes water.
I took a step forward and heard a loud engine whirring to my left. I
then felt myself being lifted up by my backpack and I was lifted so high
I saw the ground beneath me and the top of my mom's car and the top
of the car that was just about to hit me.
The moment felt like slow motion, but it was only seconds. After the
moment had passed, I ran quickly to my classroom and continued to shake
for a large portion of the day. Upon arriving home, I told my mom thank
you for pulling me back. She said she didn't and had spent the morning
crying and thanking our angels because she saw me get pulled backward by
my backpack -- but no one was behind me!
Upon writing this down, I feel a new appreciation for my life because I
once again realize it could've ended so quickly.
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...This reminds me of my brother's story:
He told me one day early in the morning as he was delivering papers,
he was just about to cross one of our busiest streets. It was so
early, there was next to no traffic. He had looked any way and had
just about stepped off the curb into the street when he heard a sound
that caused him to stop and look behind him. Sure enough, a newspaper
had dropped out of his over the shoulder paper bag. He couldn't figure
how that had happened. Just then he was hit by the wind and the sound
from a semi truck roaring right past him! Had he not been stopped by
the sound of the falling newspaper out of his bag, he'd been hit by
that semi! He figures it was an angel from God that saved him since
according to him there was no way the newspaper could of fallen out of
that bag by itself. He's never had a paper do that before or after.
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>The Tow Truck Hero Story Editor:
by Mike Gallagher Joyce Schowalter
Florida, USA
About 1976 my family and I left North Georgia to spend Christmas in
Orlando, Florida. We were driving a 1972 Audi sedan, which was
comfortable for us with our two children, 10 and 12 years old. The
car developed what sounded like an engine miss, soI stopped several
times to check under the hood. Except for a worn spark plug wire I
could find no problems.
We got on the Florida turnpike in Wildwood, and got into Orlando,
where the car quit and wouldn't restart. It was around 4:00 p.m.,
traffic was heavy and we had passed a service area fifteen miles
back. With darkness under an hour away I hitchhiked back to the
service area leaving my family in the car, catching a ride right
away.
At the service area I met a wrecker driver named Wendell. I had run
the battery down trying to restart the car but Wendell told me not
to worry, he'd take care of it. We left immediately.
Back at the car we tried to start it -- in vain. Wendell loaded it
on the wrecker and towed it back to the service area. But when we
got there the mechanics had left for the night.
Wendell then towed the car to Wildwood, found us a motel, and
dropped the car off at a local garage where he knew the owners. His
bill for the several hours he spent with us was only $35.00. Safe
for the night and fed from vending machines, my family slept while I
sat up all night worrying about the car and how much it would cost
to repair.
At first light I was waiting for the garage to open. When it did,
the mechanic got right on his diagnostic process. Wendell stopped by
in his pickup truck to see how things were going. It turns out the
head had developed a leak, allowed antifreeze into the engine which
now required an overhaul. Since it was an Audi and it was 1976, the
closest place to repair it was in Orlando, fifty miles away. All I
could think about was a very expensive wrecker bill and a more
expensive repair.
Wendell kindly went and borrowed a small car trailer, cut a hole in
his step bumper to allow the towing ball, loaded the car on the
trailer and took all of us, and the car, to the Audi dealer in
Orlando. My wife and kids rode in his truck's front seat while I
rode in the car on the trailer, still upset, wondering how I would
pay him when we got to Orlando.
When Wendell unloaded the car, to our amazement, he gave the kids a
hug, refused to take even gas money, simply wished us a Merry
Christmas and drove off towards Wildwood.
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>DON'T FORGET THE POWER
What do you think of when you think of power? I generally think
of something that demonstrates power or force, such as Niagara
Falls or an Atomic Bomb. Sometimes we think of power in the
form of people or armies, maybe political power or maybe the
power to influence or persuade others (such as he or she is a
powerful speaker).
Of course we know that God is the ultimate power, but being
human we sometimes forget how he works in our world. We
think of him only on a spiritual being that doesn't interfere with
the world in which we live.
This concept was brought into focus for me by the following
true story:
A teacher writes, "I had been teaching my seventh-graders about
World War II, and a test question was, "What was the largest
amphibious assault of all time?" Expecting to see "the D-Day
invasion" as the answer, I found instead on one paper, "Moses and
the plague of frogs."
How would you have answered? Do you think God still has an
interest in our world?
Paul reminds the church in Rome of this fact in Romans 13:1
where he writes: "Everyone must submit himself to the governing
authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has
established. The authorities that exist have been established by
God."
I like another illustration of God's power in Romans 1:16 where
Paul writes: "For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is
the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the
Jew first, and also to the Greek."
The word "power" in the Greek is the word dunamis (doo'-nam-is)
and is the same root word from which we get the words Dynamo
or Dynamite. So, when things get difficult in your life or you are
facing some crises, don't forget the greatest power. Don't forget we
have a connection to the creator and sustainer of the universe, Our
God!
Russ Lawson, Messages From The Heart
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>THE PAGES LONG FORGOTTEN
John stepped into the used book store, smelled the age of
old pages and smiled. Here was a wealth of old stories, history
waiting to be read, and a host of other joys. On a back shelf, he
found what he was looking for, two tiers crammed with the
forgotten. They'd served their use to those who once held them
dear, but now gathered dust in the darkest corner of the store.
There were Italian, American, French and Greek. They
contained secrets from around the world. There were collections of
chicken, beef, pastries, bread, and desserts. They waited, hidden in
a little explored part of the store, and hoped someone discovered
their treasures.
John knew what to do. He picked one up, held the spine in
his hand and let the book fall open. They always opened to the
most used pages, the recipes loved by lost generations. The page in
front of him was for a recipe called, "Beef-filled cornbread". The
picture showed a delicious layer of meat and cheese, layered with
cornbread and covered with a hot sauce. The pages were stained
with splatters of tomato sauce. It was obviously a favorite of the
previous owners. He'd try this one.
Those used the most are the best.
He found several other books, each with its own marked
pages, carried them to the counter and made his purchase.
"I hope you found something you like." The cashier said.
"Oh yes. Very much! I'm sure these are exactly to my
taste."
He paid for his purchase, left the store and carried them in
a bag on his way to work.
In the locker room, he placed his books on the top shelf
and changed into his scrubs. The recipes would wait. He had a
duty.
Freshly dressed, he walked his floor. "Hello, Mrs. Smith!"
He smiled at the elderly lady sitting in the sun room reading a
book. In her day, she must have been a beautiful woman. She still
was, for a woman in her eighties. "How was your day?"
"Horrible!" she growled. He sat beside her, held her hand
and looked into her eyes. "My grandson didn't visit me." she
continued. "He promised me he'd be here today." She adjusted her
shawl and tried to hide the tears about to spill from her wizened
eyes.
"Maybe tomorrow." he replied. "You know how busy these
young people are." He noted the tear in the corner of her eye and
changed subject. "Mrs. Smith, didn't you tell me you lived during
the great depression?"
A smile came to her face. "Oh, yes. What a time that was.
There was no work, ya know. But we survived.""How did you get
by?"
"Well, we all worked together. Everyone worked together.
We helped each other." She frowned. "It's not like today, where
people are too busy to worry about anyone but themselves. In those
days, we worked together. If you didn't, you starved."
"It must have been a hard time, Mrs. Smith. I don't know
how you did it."
"I didn't." she grinned. "We did. We did it together, the
neighbors and my family."
He left her smiling and hoped her grandson paid a visit the
next day.
He moved down the hall and stepped into Mr. Walker's
room. "Hey, Walk! How's things?" He used the name Walk, as all
the others in the center called him. It made Walk feel comfortable.
Mr. Walker looked up from a puzzle he leaned over.
"Could be better, John. This dang puzzle has me stumped. These
eyes aren't what they used to be."
"I know, Walk. Just take your time. There's no rush."
"There is too." Walk chuckled. "I need to finish it before
I die."
"Not too soon I hope." John said.
"Soon enough. Be glad not to have to work on this darn
thing anymore anyway. Say! Have I told you about the guy who
walks into a bar with a giraffe under his arm?"
John chuckled. Walk loved a good joke. "I don't believe
you have."
Walk's face broke out in a smile. "You see, this guy walks
into a bar with a giraffe under his arm. He has a few beers. The
giraffe falls asleep on the floor. The bartender looks down, sees the
giraffe and asks, 'What's that lying on the floor?'
"The guy says, 'That's not a lion! That's a giraffe.'"
Walk broke into a laugh that turned into a coughing spell.
John slapped him on the back. "Come on, Walk. Cough it up."
Walk got himself under control. "Thought I wasn't going to
finish this puzzle after all."
"You're OK now. I got your back."
"I know about covering someone's back." Walk sat straight
in his seat. "I was in WWII ya know."
"I heard that. Did you have a hard time?" John asked.
"John, you have no idea. It was the winter of '41, or was it
'42. I can't remember now. Snow was up to here." Walk pointed to
his thigh. "We were on the front. The enemy was close ..."
Thirty minutes later, John said, "WOW! That's a story,
Walk." He paused. "Walk, I knew you were in the war, but I don't
think I ever thanked you. I want to say, 'Thank you.' You made us
safe."
"Ah, stop it. It was nothing." Walk turned to his puzzle, too
embarrassed to continue their talk. He and others knew what they
did, but don't want to take credit. It's an unspoken rule between the
veterans. They did what they had to.
John continued on his rounds, held hands, shared hugs and
listened.
Here they were, like the cookbooks, sitting in dark corners,
ignored. John knew what to do. He held them, let their hearts fall
open, and found the pages stained with use.
They are the most valued. They are the pages long
forgotten.
-- Michael T. Smith
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When You Have Sinned . . . Call Psalm 51
When You Deal with Fear . . . Call Psalm 34:7
When You Need Someone to Trust . . . Call Proverb 3:5
When Someone Comes Against You . . . Call Isaiah 54:17
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>Live Backwards
Ben’s first duty as a new pastor was to conduct a funeral service for
Albert, a man who had died in his eighties. Since he didn’t know the
deceased, he invited members of the congregation to say a few kind
words about Albert.
No one budged. “Many of you knew Albert for years,” Ben prompted them.
“Surely someone can say something nice.”
After an uncomfortable pause, a voice from the back of the room said,
“Well, his brother was worse.”
If you died tomorrow, what would people say about you? Would their
comments make you proud of the way you lived and the choices you made?
There’s an old saying: “If you want to know how to live your life,
think about what you’d like people to say about you after you die…and
live backwards.”
Thinking about the legacy we want to leave can help us keep our
priorities straight. When the end is near, it’s not likely any of us
will say, “I wish I’d spent more time at the office.” Unfortunately,
many of us only begin to realize the value of the time we have after
we’ve frittered much of it away in shallow ruts going nowhere important.
It’s hard to think now what will matter later. But doing so can
dramatically improve our chances of living a full and meaningful life
with few regrets.
Knowing how we want to be remembered also allows us to make a strategic
plan for our lives. How much wiser would our choices be if we had the
wisdom and discipline to regularly ask ourselves whether all the things
we do and say are taking us where we want to be at the end?
In a sense, we write our eulogies by the choices we make every day.
- Michael Josephson
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>Love
Early in the 20th century, two young medical school graduates and
their father started a small sanitarium for mental patients on a
farm outside Topeka, Kansas. This was a time with the "rest cure"
was in vogue in psychiatry, and patients were sent to impersonal
institutions to live out their lives.
This father and his sons had a different idea. They were determined
to create a loving, family atmosphere among their patients and
staff. The nurses were given special training and were told "Let
each person know how much you value them. Shower these people with
love."
The doctors were Karl and William Menninger, and the Menninger
Clinic, with such "revolutionary" methods, became world famous and
has helped countless numbers of people. Karl Menninger said, "Love
cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive
it . This intangible thing love ... enters into every therapeutic
relationship. It is an element which finds and heals, which comforts
and restores, which works what we have to call for now, miracles."
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>THIS IS A REFRESHING PRAYER !
Dear GOD:
I want to thank You for what you have already done. I am not going to
wait until I see results or receive rewards; I am thanking you right
now.
I am not going to wait until I feel better or things look better; I am
thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until people say they are sorry or until they
stop talking about me; I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until the pain in my body disappears; I am
thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until my financial situation improves; I am
going to thank you right now.
I am not going to wait until the children are asleep and the house is
quiet; I am going to thank you right now.
I am not going to wait until I get promoted at work or until I get the
job; I am going to thank you right now.
I am not going to wait until I understand every experience in my life
that has caused me pain or grief; I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until the journey gets easier or the challenges
are removed; I am thanking you right now.
I am thanking you because I am alive. I am thanking you because I made
it through the day's difficulties. I am thanking you because I have
walked around the obstacles. I am thanking you because I have the
ability and the opportunity to do more and do better.
I'm thanking you because FATHER, YOU haven't given up on me.
God is just so good and he's good all the time.
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Mark 16:
[16] He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that
believeth not shall be damned.
Signs and wonders always follow those that do one thing:
[17] And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall
they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues;
[18] They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing,
it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they
shall recover.
[19] So then after the Lord had spoken unto them, he was received up
into heaven, and sat on the right hand of God.
[20] And they went forth, and preached everywhere, the Lord working
with them, and confirming the word with signs following. Amen.
Signs and wonders always follow them that BELIEVE!
THANKING God FIRST is Believing God that you ALREADY HAVE IT!
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>I Learn and I Succeed
"Come on, Mike!" My older brother, Vic, yelled. "Hold it still!"
"I am, Vic!" I screamed back. "I'm holding it as steady as I can, but
your hammer just missed my finger."
"You're such a sissy!"
"Am not! You just don't know how to hammer."
"Just hold the nail, Mike; we're almost done."
"Don't hit my finger!"
"Do you want a go-cart or not?"
"Of course I do, but I won't be able to use it if you break my finger."
"But I will!" he sneered.
"I want to ride it too!"
"Not if I bust your finger!"
"That's what I mean! You don't want me to ride our go-cart. I'm going
to tell Mum!"
"Stop being a sissy."
"I'm not a sissy!"
"Then hold the nail!"
"I am!"
Vic swung: I jumped; the nail fell to the ground. "What are you doing?"
"Saving my finger."
"Sissy!"
"Butt face!"
Several days later, we had our cart ready. We painted it with a half
full can of grey paint - something we found in the cellar. Four old
lawnmower wheels, spiked into 2X4 axles supported it. The front axle
was fastened to the frame by one spike, so it would swivel when we
pulled on the ropes we'd nailed to each end. Next to one of the rear
wheels, we nailed a length of lathe. With only one nail, we could pull
on one end and force the other end of the lathe against the wheels to
act as a brake. We rolled our contraption to the top of the hill
leading to Grandmum's house.
"I go first!" Vic said.
"No!" I whined. "You said I could go first!"
"Did not!"
"You did to! I'll tell Mum!"
"Tell Mum! I'm going first!" He leapt onto the wooden seat and grabbed
the rope steering wheel. "Push!" he yelled.
I pushed. He rolled down the hill and pulled the rope to steer
straight, but snaked down the hill out of control. Before he crashed
into a telephone pole, a wheel popped off. Our rickety cart ground to a
halt. I tried not to laugh but couldn't help it. We dragged it home
with thoughts of improving it, but it sat forgotten by the
corner of the house. Our young minds moved to other things.
************
"Let's build a camp!" Chris said.
"Cool!" Craig agreed.
"Yeah! We can build it in the woods on Hart's point." Wade chimed in.
"We can find lumber on the shore. My dad has a saw." I chimed in. "We
can build a cool camp. No girls allowed!"
"No girls!" Wade agreed. "They're a pain."
We found four trees. They stood in what could be considered a
rectangle. It was close enough in shape for our needs. They'd be
support beams for the best camp in the world. Within a few days,
we had enough lumber to create the floor. We ran out of wood.
The camp was forgotten. We moved on to other exciting things. News
spread of a dead whale washed ashore on a beach nearby.
************
Vic and I pulled the old boards we found into the front yard. We
planned a new camp. We'd gathered old the lumber from an abandoned
house to be torn down. Vic pulled the nails from the rotting wood.
Together, we straightened them with rusted hammers we collected
scrounging throughout the neighborhood. In a few days, we had
the floor completed. It was a rugged mess of wood. Stuck together with
used nails, with holes in places the woods didn't meet properly, it was
a pathetic piece of work, but we were proud.
We ran out of lumber.
Our camp sat on the lawn, killing the grass.
One evening, after a rain, our dad, angry at us, tore it apart as a
rainbow lit the eastern sky in a blaze of color.
************
They were the dreams of a children playing grownup. We planned, worked,
and failed. Something always came up to distract us from our projects.
It took years for me to realize the lesson of finishing a commitment. I
have to plan a project and complete it. If I leave something half done,
I've failed. If I complete a project that doesn't work out the way I
planned, I haven't failed. I've learned.
I plan, fail and learn.
I learn and I succeed.
- Michael T. Smith
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Fold two hands together,
And express a dash of sorrow;
Marinate it overnight,
And work on it tomorrow.
Chop one grudge in tiny pieces
Add several cups of love,
Dredge with a large-sized smile,
Mix in ingredients from above.
Dissolve the hate within you,
By doing a good deed;
Cut in and help your friend,
If he or she should be in need.
Stir in laughter, love and thankfulness,
From the heart it has to come;
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share with folks who may need some.
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